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Too much resistance from a friend or coworker doesn't give you an excuse to sulk and brood today. Don't isolate yourself from your companions just because you think that everything isn't copacetic between you. It may be tempting to hide your feelings from those closest to you, but this avoidance tactic is not a satisfying solution. Confronting the shortcomings of a relationship might put you back in touch with what you admire about each other the most.

Love might seem scarce today, but we may be pleasantly surprised if we slow down and look beyond surface appearances. It's tempting to show our displeasure by withdrawing emotionally as the austere Venus-Saturn conjunction resonates through our lives. Blending the warmth of Venus with the coldness of Saturn requires hard work. Meanwhile, the Moon's shift into goal-oriented Capricorn at 10:06 am EST confirms that there are no shortcuts to happiness.

The past few days were occupied by a visit from our dear friend. We were able to get this place cleaned up and looking at it's best once more. This happens every time our dear friend visits us. We would not do as well without frequent visits with our dear friend. We even managed to get out a few times and once included a meal at Popeye's Louisiana Kitchen in the Herongate mall. We had a great time during the visits with our dear friend.

The work on the ship Santa Maria slowed down during the past few days. The masts and spars were broken and glued together, painted and placed on the upper decks. I planned a placement of windows in the stern. I am ready to spray paint the upper decks with a matte clear paint finish. The upper decks will be the original colour of white wood and light brown paint on the railings and sides. I will have to wait until the weather warms up enough to be outside for the few minutes it will take to paint. Hopefully that won't be too long from now.

I am close to finishing up with the making of anchor pulleys for the rigging. It seems easy enough to do, only time consuming and boringly numb with repetition. I have taken only a few pictures of the work I have done. It is easy enough to simply say I was still busy making anchor pulleys for the rigging. The task of knowing when to stop before boredom sets in is a trick. So far it has taken a month to get all of the anchor pulleys made as I wanted with three strings glued across each one.

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Expressing yourself in a radically different manner becomes your top priority today. Although you might be conservative in your taste, you're still tempted to flirt with the edge now. You feel the need to make a bold statement to prevent others from putting you into a nice and tidy box. Your actions may surprise people who think they know you well, but don't let their reactions stifle your creativity. You often take your cues from someone else's direction, but it's time to throw all the old scripts away. Dance with the unknown and make it up as you go along.

We're eager to experiment with eccentric behavior today without worrying about the possible repercussions. The air is charged with electric anticipation; we want to walk on the wild side while the adventurous Sagittarius Sun creates a superconductive trine with unconventional Uranus. However, we can go too far and shock someone with our outrageous actions. Meanwhile, the fixed Scorpio Moon intensifies our feelings whether we express them or not.

The highlight of the day was the Christmas party at Rockcliff Retirement Home. Sandra and Sam Zunder were our hosts for the party that was well attended. Peter and I arrived at about 6:00 pm and we were promptly met by our hosts and hostesses. We were seated at number 10 table by about 6:30 pm. Peter wore a sports jacket and jeans while I wore a burgundy dress with matching jacket.

Appetizers were served until the salad trays were brought outl. Peter and I chose beef over salmon for our main entrees. Supper was served at about 7:15 pm. Sandra, being a diabetic, was very angry and disturbed at supper being served so late for her. Peter and I had a micro vegetable salad and beef tenderloin with potatoes and asparagus. The piece de resistance dessert was chocolate mousse cake with strawberry sauce. Anne and Ned sat across from me with Sandra and Sam beside me. Peter sat opposite and at the far end of the table.

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You may be unnervingly quiet today, but others can still appreciate what you have to offer now that the reflective Moon is shining in your peaceful sign. Everyone seems to naturally understand that your strengths are reinforced by a spiritual belief that you can't put into words. Thankfully, you don't have to say much at all; your integrity is apparent when your actions are aligned with your heart.

Although we hope everyone gets along today, remaining pleasant may be a challenge when the diplomatic Libra Moon squares unforgiving Pluto. Meanwhile, our desire for relationship harmony increases once sweet Venus shifts into cooperative Libra. However, the tension between needing to take care of our own hearts and wanting a strong connection with someone else grows throughout the day, culminating in an explosive Moon-Uranus square this evening.

I slept all day for needed rest. I have been busy all week long and finally had to lay down to rest. Meanwhile, I worked on building the ship. I took most of the week to figure out the plans well enough to assemble the masts. I also added a few pieces that went on the sides of the hull. I did break a few pieces as usual and forgot a step on the foremast. It was a real challenge to cut loose the mast until I was able to put on pieces of the crow's nest. I had to cut a replacement part to hold together the lower and upper foremast halves. I do have to learn the names for the parts of a sailing ship. I am almost ready to start the rigging that will hang from the masts.

I have been comparing the ship Santa Maria with the images I was able to find on the Internet. There is a considerable difference between the images online and what I have in front of me. I have seen the real replica of the Santa Maria in Edmonton. The images of that version of the ship are different again from the online images and the ship replica model I am building. I don't know why there is such a varied history and plans for the ship that Columbus sailed in.

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I might have awakened at about 11:00 am, but I didn't get up until noon. My bath and getting ready for the day took until about 2:00 pm. The blood spots on my arms have receeded a little although my left hand is now purple from slapping my hands. It is a slow healing from having blood thinners in my system. Some people just refuse to take them, but I had blood clots in my lungs and I don't want to go through that risk ever again. It is terrifying to gasp for air and then fall down into a faint for a day or so until my blood clots were discovered in my lungs. Bad news for anyone.

The event of the day included more than the acquisition of two tires. Peter's computer was cleaned up and a new monitor is presently being installed upon Peter's desk. It is a lot of work to hook up all the wires and cables to the computer to be connected correctly. I will be happy that Peter has a working computer with the calendar and programs we depend upon. We don't lead all that complicated of lives, but we do make appointments more than what we can remember. And, we do use programs like Facebook to reach other people. It has become necessary for us to use computers to keep abreast of our own events and so on.

We are planning a busy day ahead of us now as we pick up two tires and get them mounted on the front of the van. I just hope there are no complications with the two tires. Then, it is a route of going to several places for stores and prescriptions. We are out of Kitty Litter. That is not a good thing as Twister is a big pooper at 18 lbs. I keep feeding her lots of treats because she plays with me. We have a great time together.

I have watched all six movies of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and the following Hobbit trilogy in a mere two days. What followed next was the Men in Black trilogy. The mix of science and fiction is something that is to inspire as much as it is inspired. Creativity is such a precious thing, frail and fickle while being led as much as it leads from past into the future and back again. How often we see what shortcomings reality has when we want to see so much more, or less for that matter.

Sleep is a dream state for some people while it is only a pot hole in the road for me. I woke up after a mere four hour oblivion. I must have dreamed because |I had vestiges of a dream in my mind upon awakening. I dreamed that I was in a spacesuit exploring a long lost city in space that had been abandoned millions of years ago. In space, there is no deterioration or tomb robbers. Everything gets left upon it's last use and stays that way in perpetuity. The last survivors of the long lost city were laying where they fell in the last moments of their lives, struggling to flee the oncoming disaster.

Here I was, millions of years later, about to begin my own struggle to avoid the same disaster being repeated. Timeless patterns of natural occurrences are unerringly identical with the same inevitable results. All things live, and in accordance with evolution, cease to live at the end of a genetic spiral from mud into life and then back into mud again. Mud has it's own way of turning from liquid, or molten, into solid rock that erodes into mud and back into solid rock. The harsh cold lifelessness of space eventually engulfs everything in a perpetual darkness where even time ceases to exist.

The vestiges of dream left me with a thirst and hunger for more than just food or water. Water is only a pollution to my coffee system. Cold coffee is a second best settlement for a solution to my fatigued circumstances. Sleep may have reset my biological clock while it did nothing for my actual physical reality. Cigarettes, coffee, and computers, being the sum of my physical addictions, fall so short of my craving for something else.

Is there any clue or idea of what begins with a 'C' that I crave for? To see a sea for me might be something I would crave for. The act of travelling from place to place while surviving on a mere pittance that may or may not include the presence of a twenty pound cat. I have it on good faith that cats don't hold up to travelling very well. Our facsimile of a cat, domestic short hair, Persian cross, spoiled and decadent critter, is no less of an example of what not to take on a trip anywhere, especially to the animal hospital.

There is a strong likelihood of my need for sleep. I have the vague feeling that I should be prone and resting in a cuddling position next to another similarly biological heat source. I suppose it is another quaint and offhanded way of saying that I should be somewhere else and in the act of doing something else.

Actually, I am in the process of painting white paint of a paint pen onto the propeller, fuel drop tank, and several marks upon the fuselage. I have found that the fine felt tip of the paint pen is a massive 1/16 inch wide. It is no where near the fine tip I had been expecting. Perhaps I might help by trimming the tip into a chisel shape or even a rounded finer point. I will have t see what my scissors can trim off. Oops!

It seems that I have selected the wrong tool for the job I have intended. So, it is back to the paint brush of two hairs just to get the finesse I desire in my work. Painting is always a mess in the act of happening until sufficient corrections have been made, Don't think that the corrections will actually correct anything when a microlaser is needed to carve out the curves and lines for lettering and numbering. Perhaps that is not such a bad idea afterall.

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It was freezing cold at about 6' C when we woke up this morning. We had set the thermostat to about 70' F for the night and we didn't notice the cold as we slept. We got up and sat at the table in the trailer. It was comfy as we took pills and puffers for our morning routine. It was a patch day so I received a fresh pair of patches for my own comfort.

We dressed and went into the house of Heather and Kathy. The smoking room was virtually a covered veranda that had open doorways and windows. I began to get cold and tried to hide under a blanket. I was so cold that I went inside the house to the kitchen where I was still cold. I ate a plate sized blue berry pancake before retiring back to the bed in the trailer. I warmed up and fell asleep almost immediately.

It was about 1:00 pm when I was roused from a deep sleep. The trailer had been hooked up and everything was packed for the trip home. We said our goodbyes and sadly left the hospitality and home of Heather and Kathy. We drove for about half an hour before the overheated transmission light came on. Oh! Oh!

We stopped on the side of the road on Hwy 38 south. Peter called Heather and spoke about our situation. Heather suggested we return and drop the trailer where it would be out of the way and safe. The plan was to park the trailer and then proceed home. If the van was to break down completely, we might be able to call OnStar for a rescue tow to the nearest Chevrolet dealer. Then it might be possible to fix whatever was wrong.

Meanwhile, we had to remain stopped until the transmission was cooled. We didn't stay stopped for long, maybe fifteen minutes. It was long enough for the heat sensor to reset and shut off the warning light on the dashboard. More importantly, the heat was cooling inside the transmission and thereby diminishing possible damages. I knew enough to stop safely on the side of the road, but I didn't want to stay parked very long because of possible danger. My intention was to minimize risk as much as possible.

I started the engine and watched the warning lights. It seemed to be within operating range, so I slowly pulled out onto the highway. A few blocks up the road was a turnoff to another highway. Luckily, there was no traffic from any direction, so I made a wide swing into the intersection and made a complete circle back into the direction we came from. The van and trailer needed a big swing to turn and the intersection provided the paved space I needed for the turn. It was about half an hour of travelling back to Heather and Kathy's hone we had just left.

It was about an hour later that we showed up back at the home we had left. Once more I parked the trailer on the spot it had been parked for the weekend. It was a sad thing for me and as much for Peter, to leave the trailer behind. We received some suggestions and decided to go to the Canadian Tire Store in Peterborough. That was about half an hour away at the rate we drove. The transmission began to slip more obviously as we went along.

We arrived at the Canadian Tire Store in Peterborough at about 4:00 pm. Peter went inside and bought two gallons of transmission fluid to change the fluid in the transmission. A mechanic checked the fluid dip stick and began adding fluid through a filler spout. He kept adding fluid until it showed on the dipstick. A transmission fluid drip began to show on the floor of the service bay we were in. The mechanic traced the drip to a connection hose at the cooler under the radiator. He was able to tighten up a clamp and stop the transmission fluid leak. Hopefully that cleared the problem we had with the slipping transmission.

Peter had bought the two gallons of transmission fluid so he put the two jugs into the back of the van. Slowly we drove away from the Canadian Tire Store on a route to home. We drove slowly through Peterborough to get to Hwy 7 that would take us back to Ottawa. At every stop we had trouble with the slipping transmission to get moving again. It was a long trip to get back home with the slipping transmission.

Monday morning saw Peter calling McConville's garage about the trouble we had with the transmission. At about 11:00 am, we had the van parked at McConville's garage for an oil change and a check of the transmission. We unloaded our electric wheelchairs and began a hike home. On the way, we stopped at a hobby store where Peter bought a balsa wood scale model plane for me to build. We took the cycle path along the Rideau River to Billings Bridge mall where Peter bought a few groceries. We were home by about 3:30 pm.

At about 4:00 pm, McConville's garage phoned home to say that the transmission was in no shape to be repaired. We would have to buy a new transmission for about five thousand dollars. Peter talked briefly on the phone to McConville's garage. After that phone call, Peter phoned his bank to arrange for the money to be paid to McConville's garage. Possibly we will be able to have the money and our van ready by about Friday.

At about 4:30 pm, Peter went to the bathroom. Among his activities, he started running a hot bath for me. It takes about half an hour to pour the hot for my bath. When the bath tub is about three inches from the overflow drain, I stop the flow of hot water and begin the flow of cold water. It is a short few minutes before the tub fills to the overflow drain. I usually spend my time combing out Twister's fur. There is a lot of it that adds up to a half full waste basket. I keep pulling little bundles of fur from the comb, the red one. I use a black comb for Mr. T and the red one for Twister. The scent of the comb is as much a determining factor as the colour of the comb for each dear furball.

When the tub is filled, I stop my attentions on Twister and swirl the bath water to mix it to a hot comfortable temperature. Gently I ease my stiff and sore body into the soothing comfort of the hot water. Slowly my body eases it's stiffness and I relax, often into a deep sleep. I rest or sleep in the hot water for either fifteen minutes or an hour plus. If I sleep in the water, I have to be woken up. Rarely have I roused myself from deep waterlogged sleep on my own.

My time in the hot bath water was short this time. I was out of the tub ab dried off within a short time. By this time, Peter had laid down on the bed and had fallen asleep. I joined him and was soon deep asleep. It was about 11:00 pm when I woke up and took my midnight course of pills. A little early to take my pills, but it helped me ease into wakefulness.

I browsed the Internet until the customary time of midnight before starting Skype. Skype is a program I use to talk to Mom in BC. We usually talk for an hour or more depending upon what we talk about and other circumstances. Eventually I finish talking and say goodbye before clicking off Skype. After closing the Skype program, I return to browsing the Internet and Facebook. I follow whatever information that interests me at the time. I do learn quite a bit of information in my browsing.

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These last few days have been bright and sunny with warm temperatures above normal. It is an easy slide into the cold weather of winter. Historically, I have always expected snow for Halloween. This year has been an exception because of warmer than usual weather. Even now I am urged to go out to enjoy the last of the warm weather. Being sick doesn't do me any good to go outside when I feel so miserable. I would prefer to stay in bed, but there is simply too much on my plate of things to do.

The ship is coming along slowly. I am going from one thing to another to get the masts together. I am going slowly from one number to the next in the assembly of things. I forgot to be careful and broke two more pieces. One piece was the tip of the foreward mast and the other piece was an anchor plate for a foreward ratline. I do have to be more careful in putting the pieces together.

The masts are four flat pieces that go together with tabs at the base. I decided to fill the center of the masts with solid wood. I used my Xacto knife to cut the center fillers from the wood that was cut by a steam engine powered saw at the Carp Fair. I was surprised to see that I could cut 1/8 inch deep into the dry wood. I scored the edges of the wood to be cut and used the vicegrips to pry free the wood I needed for the centers of the masts. Then I used the rough cut file to smooth the separated edges of wood.

There is a major difference between regular wood glue and the green Testor's glue for metal. Wood glue takes at least half an hour to get tacky while Testor's glue sets in minutes. I have decided to use both types of glue for different points to join. Wood glue is messy and gets on my fingers with alarming regularity. Wood glue can wash off with water some time after it is smeared on fingers and other places. The Testor's glue sticks to almost everything and dries within minutes. It doesn't wash off easily.

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The ship Santa Maria, was docked on a shelf for a time. There are other things to do that require attention and efforts. I have to think to get clear images of what I want to do. I wander off into oblivion far too easily. There are things I have to relearn and get going for my own peace of mind.

Hurricane Patricia has hit the continent and diminished into a tropical storm. The winds blow rain in squalls that make up a day of stormy weather. I know there will be some flooding, but I don't know just how much. At least we don't have to worry about the rain or other weather while living in a high apartment with underground parking.

Tonight was the last of Peter's Weight Management Clinic. About fifteen people were able to attend the final meeting. Followups and summaries were the highlights of the evening. I waited for three hours in the van parked east of the Civic Hospital. Peter came out as the rain diminished enough for him to load his electric wheelchair. He had to rest for ten or fifteen minutes after his rushed effort. Then we proceeded on to Food Basics for some sales and other necessities. I think his list was little more than brown sugar, butter, cream, and the sales on pork and beef meats.

Peter's shopping only took about half an hour. He came out in very light rain and loaded his electric wheelchair back into the van. The groceries were snug in his knapsack. We decided to go to Wendy's for something to eat. We both got burgers, one was chicken and the other was bacon and beef. After eating, we proceeded home in rain, Again, it is nice to be able to park in an underground parking lot.

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Today was a day of daydreams, relaxation, and sleep. It is nice to have no real demands in a day so a realistic escape can be made. I spent some time with reading Scale model flyer magazines. It is amazing to think of all of the scale models that exist in the world. And then, think of the years I have spent in creating scale models of my own.

The fact is that I am building another scale model ship in plywood with string rigging. I have found the building of the hull is more of a puzzle than I want to admit. I still have no idea of how some of the construction goes together while most of the hull’s completed. And, there is the daunting process of warping plywood to complete the upper works of the hull.

My lack of energy has let me sleep most of the day away. I can’t get much done with feeling sick because of COPD and a cold or pneumonia. Whatever, it is dragging me down in a spiral. I have lost most of my friends on Google+ and other blogs I have. I just can’t seem to think well enough to type. My keyboard is filled with dust from my ship building with a plywood kit. I have to try to keep my fingers busy or my mind will go silly. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?

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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'
'No,' she answered.
I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'

... She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."

And that's when the fight started...

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I took my wife to a restaurant.

The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.

"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."

And that's when the fight started.....

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his
drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.

I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed,
"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking
right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he
hasn't been sober since."

"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?"

And then the fight started...

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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.
But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat,
making beer.. Always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing
scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into
the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again
I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, "When you finish cutting the
grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?"
I said, "Dust."

And then the fight started...

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the
boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential
downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather
would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back;
now with a different anticipation,
and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."

My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started...

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."

I bought her a bathroom scale.

And then the fight started......

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply
for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me

for my driver's License to verify my age. I looked in my pockets

and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that

I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped
your pants. You might have gotten disability too.'

And then the fight started...

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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,
"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.'

I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."

And then the fight started........

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I rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!

The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!
He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'
So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'

That's how the fight started.

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One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot
as a Christmas gift...

The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started.


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Today is the day that I finished the odds and ends that needed to be done with the Focke Wulf FW-190. I am happy with the work being finished. Otherwise the clear matte finish coats all of the FW-190 with a protective coating. Even the propeller is coated and looks like a smooth matte finish. I am glad even the support string is glued into place and will support the weight of the plane on it's hook from the ceiling.

I spent over a week on work inside the cockpit. The seat, seatbelts, supports for armour plate, dash, and so on are now invisible. But, when I went to spray clear matte finish on the clear canopy, the paint fogged up and turned the clear plastic white. So, the inside of the cockpit is hidden from view. All of the interior of the cockpit is hidden behind a fog of white that coats the canopy. Much to my disgust. I won't fix that.

I started building the Santa Maria. It is a wooden kit ship that is sold by Lee Valley Tools. I got the kit for a Christmas present two years ago and simply put it away. Now, I have both the Santa Maria and the Cutty Sark to build. The wood used in the kit are sheets of one eighth inch thick plywood. Both sides are coated with sheets of veneer white wood. The pieces are surprisingly strong for stamp cut components of the ship. I think the sheets of stamp cut plywood are of excellent quality that will make a superior ship model.
My plan is to spray paint the wooden ship with matte clear protective coating of paint.


So far, it has taken me a day to assemble most of the hull of the Santa Maria. The work is slow and tedious beyond difficult to get as far as putting the desks into place. There are three sets of stairs on two of the deck pieces. I cut the stairs off to make flat joints of the decks with the railings. I will glue the stair sets on later. While setting the decks onto the hull ribs, I had a terrible time. On one hand I couldn't match up the ribs correctly and set the decks into place. I did break two hull ribs several times while trying to fit the decks into place. That is when I resorted to cutting off the stair sets to make the fitting easier.

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It is a lot of work to get a website into something that you want showing to public viewers. I still keep working away at it when the mood strikes me, about as often as a rainy day in the summer. And, I do try to keep a sort of blog going that tells what I have been up to. My trouble is that I get carried away with whatever I am doing until the thirst for fresh coffee prompts me to veer off and do something else. There is a name for that but I can't remember what it is, like a senior moment when I am just a tired retired.

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Today was a brilliant summery day for the middle of September and the Lunar Eclipse. I didn't get to see the eclipse, but there must be some awesome digital images floating around on the Internet. For all of that, my horrorscopes have been rather good after the bout of depression and ecoli infection that necessitated antibiotics. I got over that bout of infection only to get it back a week later.

I woke up at about 10:00 am and filled the tub with hot water. That takes about half an hour during which I spoil Twister by combing out her fur. I have about a bucketful of combed fur sitting in a waste basket beside the commode. Twister is definitely spoiled by the attention and a half dozen or dozen treats she gets in conclusion. Today, Twister waited until I had made the bath ready with hot suds and all. Then she sneaked off while I eased my sleepy corpus into the hot hot water.

The sudsy water was too hot to lay down in, but it eased my leg tendons considerably. I sat in the suds and calmly fell asleep. An hour later, Peter woke up and in turn woke me up. I splashed warm water over myself and then hoisted myself out of the dingy water. I dried myself off and hurriedly dressed to go out. A quick breakfast of new flax cereal made me enjoy it despite my hurriedness.

The trip was a quick rush up hill to the pharmacy. I took my pulse while waiting for a prescription to be filled. A little printout showed me to have systolic - 078, diastolic - 038, and a pulse of 113. Next time I won't pretend to sleep just to calm myself. I think it worked far too well. I know I usually have about 112, 68, and a pulse of about 118. I should have taken a second reading just to get a more normal reading.

The next stop was at a car dealership to see about some new vans that were being displayed. Most minivans have only a four cylinder underpowered motor. But, with a long talk to a salesman and a manager, we came up with a few possible solutions. Our good old Chevy is still running great even though it gulps high test gas by the gallons. The four liter engine purrs nicely until it pulls almost five tons down and up the road. That is when Van eats gas at the rate of 28 liters per 100 kms. That gets more than expensive.

The next stop was a M & M store. Peter had ordered the last in stock of their ballpark sausages. Seven packages of sausages and a few other things were on sale because of Senior's Tuesday. All of the frozen packages fitted into our backpacks nicely. We hurried to the nearest busstop and headed home. The entire trip took a little less than three hours.

Home again meant a few hours on StupidTwo browsing the Internet and so on. Supper of pork chops and jasmine rice made an excellent meal. I am stuffed and ready for bed while I have yet to talk to my Mom for a while. She is 86 years old and 21 years my senior. We keep each other's spirits up as we talk about our day and what we have been up to. It is always interesting as I always include things from the Internet that I find.

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Sleep is a dream state for some people while it is only a pot hole in the road for me. I woke up after a mere four hour oblivion. I must have dreamed because |I had vestiges of a dream in my mind upon awakening. I dreamed that I was in a spacesuit exploring a long lost city in space that had been abandoned millions of years ago. In space, there is no deterioration or tomb robbers. Everything gets left upon it's last use and stays that way in perpetuity. The last survivors of the long lost city were laying where they fell in the last moments of their lives, struggling to flee the oncoming disaster.

Here I was, millions of years later, about to begin my own struggle to avoid the same disaster being repeated. Timeless patterns of natural occurrences are unerringly identical with the same inevitable results. All things live, and in accordance with evolution, cease to live at the end of a genetic spiral from mud into life and then back into mud again. Mud has it's own way of turning from liquid, or molten, into solid rock that erodes into mud and back into solid rock. The harsh cold lifelessness of space eventually engulfs everything in a perpetual darkness where even time ceases to exist.

The vestiges of dream left me with a thirst and hunger for more than just food or water. Water is only a pollution to my coffee system. Cold coffee is a second best settlement for a solution to my fatigued circumstances. Sleep may have reset my biological clock while it did nothing for my actual physical reality. Cigarettes, coffee, and computers, being the sum of my physical addictions, fall so short of my craving for something else.

Is there any clue or idea of what begins with a 'C' that I crave for? To see a sea for me might be something I would crave for. The act of travelling from place to place while surviving on a mere pittance that may or may not include the presence of a twenty pound cat. I have it on good faith that cats don't hold up to travelling very well. Our facsimile of a cat, domestic short hair, Persian cross, spoiled and decadent critter, is no less of an example of what not to take on a trip anywhere, especially to the animal hospital.

There is a strong likelihood of my need for sleep. I have the vague feeling that I should be prone and resting in a cuddling position next to another similarly biological heat source. I suppose it is another quaint and offhanded way of saying that I should be somewhere else and in the act of doing something else.

Actually, I am in the process of painting white paint of a paint pen onto the propeller, fuel drop tank, and several marks upon the fuselage. I have found that the fine felt tip of the paint pen is a massive 1/16 inch wide. It is no where near the fine tip I had been expecting. Perhaps I might help by trimming the tip into a chisel shape or even a rounded finer point. I will have t see what my scissors can trim off. Oops!

It seems that I have selected the wrong tool for the job I have intended. So, it is back to the paint brush of two hairs just to get the finesse I desire in my work. Painting is always a mess in the act of happening until sufficient corrections have been made, Don't think that the corrections will actually correct anything when a microlaser is needed to carve out the curves and lines for lettering and numbering. Perhaps that is not such a bad idea afterall.

Yesterday in summary was first an appointment with Dr. Blake at 11:00 am and then off to the Lung Association for a 1:00 pm appointment. My list of prescriptions were renewed and then an hour and a half long talk brought news of a clinic on Somerset. Our smoking prevents us from attending the meetings at the Lung Association. But, there might be a way to attend the Somerset clinic where many resources are available. It is evident that we are still being looked after and still a patient of the Lung Association.

On another topic, I watched the entire trilogy of Lord of the Ring.

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Sleep is a dream state for some people while it is only a pot hole in the road for me. I woke up after a mere four hour oblivion. I must have dreamed because |I had vestiges of a dream in my mind upon awakening. I dreamed that I was in a spacesuit exploring a long lost city in space that had been abandoned millions of years ago. In space, there is no deterioration or tomb robbers. Everything gets left upon it's last use and stays that way in perpetuity. The last survivors of the long lost city were laying where they fell in the last moments of their lives, struggling to flee the oncoming disaster.

Here I was, millions of years later, about to begin my own struggle to avoid the same disaster being repeated. Timeless patterns of natural occurrences are unerringly identical with the same inevitable results. All things live, and in accordance with evolution, cease to live at the end of a genetic spiral from mud into life and then back into mud again. Mud has it's own way of turning from liquid, or molten, into solid rock that erodes into mud and back into solid rock. The harsh cold lifelessness of space eventually engulfs everything in a perpetual darkness where even time ceases to exist.

The vestiges of dream left me with a thirst and hunger for more than just food or water. Water is only a pollution to my coffee system. Cold coffee is a second best settlement for a solution to my fatigued circumstances. Sleep may have reset my biological clock while it did nothing for my actual physical reality. Cigarettes, coffee, and computers, being the sum of my physical addictions, fall so short of my craving for something else.

Is there any clue or idea of what begins with a 'C' that I crave for? To see a sea for me might be something I would crave for. The act of travelling from place to place while surviving on a mere pittance that may or may not include the presence of a twenty pound cat. I have it on good faith that cats don't hold up to travelling very well. Our facsimile of a cat, domestic short hair, Persian cross, spoiled and decadent critter, is no less of an example of what not to take on a trip anywhere, especially to the animal hospital.

There is a strong likelihood of my need for sleep. I have the vague feeling that I should be prone and resting in a cuddling position next to another similarly biological heat source. I suppose it is another quaint and offhanded way of saying that I should be somewhere else and in the act of doing something else.

Actually, I am in the process of painting white paint of a paint pen onto the propeller, fuel drop tank, and several marks upon the fuselage. I have found that the fine felt tip of the paint pen is a massive 1/16 inch wide. It is no where near the fine tip I had been expecting. Perhaps I might help by trimming the tip into a chisel shape or even a rounded finer point. I will have t see what my scissors can trim off. Oops!

It seems that I have selected the wrong tool for the job I have intended. So, it is back to the paint brush of two hairs just to get the finesse I desire in my work. Painting is always a mess in the act of happening until sufficient corrections have been made, Don't think that the corrections will actually correct anything when a microlaser is needed to carve out the curves and lines for lettering and numbering. Perhaps that is not such a bad idea afterall.

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It was a cloudy and threatening day to go for a visit to the doctor. I surprised him by how well I walked the short distance from the waiting room to the examination room. It was another day to refill one or more of my fifteen prescriptions. At least I don't have to go through the trouble of finding out just what I can or cannot take.

This afternoon was a good time to stop in and see Rick about Peter's old computer. The poor thing is so slow that even Rick is not happy about it. The likely plan will be to buy two new computers and a new monitor for Peter. My big monitor is still going on strong so it may last a while more. If my big monitor does fail, then it could be replaced by Peter's old flat screen monitor. That would certainly give me more room on my desktop.

I began thinking about having a new computer. The name of the new PC would be something to think about. I am not sure as to what I would name it. Meanwhile, I have a bunch of old files written by Word95 that can't be translated by any other publishing programs. Rick kindly suggested that I try to open the old file with Wordpad. The surprise was that it would work for any of the old files I had written so long ago. I may not have lost any of my old files.

What it does mean is that I will have to go through my folder of writing and translate all of the older files into newer ones. I now that would be very time consuming and tedious. It may just unlock some of my thoughts from those times. I might be able to pick up from those old thoughts and continue on with the stories I had begun to write and then carry on with the stories to their completion.

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The start of a new day begins before the sunrise. It is a dark beginning for something so bright. Life is full of balances and darkness is the balance of the light of the coming day. It is up to each of us to carry out the efforts to bring hope into the future, the day ahead of us. Sometimes it is possible and sometimes not. At least we try to live in a world we would want to share with others.

I have been reminded that battles I fought so long ago have not stopped. I may not be fighting, but certainly there are others who must fight the same old battles to survive in the same world I survived and still survive in. It isn't fair. There is nothing fair about it. It is merely a war of the ages, timeless destructions and death that won't stop anytime soon. I can't do anything about it and that bothers me.

The war I speak of is a war of hatred so deep and insidious that it rankles the mind to think of it. Politics and religion are only a part, an excuse for the continuance of that hatred. We humans have to learn how to be human to each other for humanity's sake. Our history is rife with the wars of past ages, of forgotten civilizations that only continue what was left to the present in the dust and sands of time.

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The highlight of the day was a quick trip to the doctor for an antibiotic for an urinary infection. It is a simple thing and a specimen bottle along with a prescription is all that is necessary. It is a cold day, great for exhibitions with a storm to the south following a storm to the north. It feels like Arctic weather to me when I am looking for the heat of a high desert.

I rushed to get ready to go outside. I didn't take a bath or anything. So, now before supper, I will have a nice hot bath. I am sure Twister would like the attention I give when I do take a bath. She gets combed and fed treats. Maybe I should also sneak in some medicine for her. That might be a good idea since she fights to avoid a squirt in the mouth from a syringe. For that matter, I would too.

The FW-190 sits up at a steep angle after having done a few repairs and painting. The more I look at it, the better it looks. I keep adding details until eventually it will be done. I thought I was doing a good thing by adding the string for an aerial from the canopy to the tail. It looked good all the way up till when I reached over the FW-190 and broke the thread I had glued in place. So, after a number of times of reglueing the thread back into place, I will not repair it the next time it breaks.

I thought there would be lots of time after getting back home. First there was a bit of a cleanup and then supper came along. It took an hour to get through the supper of a hamburger on delightfully light bread buns and a large bowl of salad. I made it through the hamburger, but stopped in a few minutes of eating the salad. I loved the salad but I was just too full.

Midnight has come and gone while I wake up enough to call Mom and talk for an hour. While talking to Mom, I did a bunch of reading on Facebook. I started a backup to www.adrive.com when I had to reinstall my Java. The Java refused to work with my Chrome browser. I tried Opera and found that worked. But, after two minutes, the browser said my plugin of Java had stopped working and the notice gave me a choice of stopping the plugin or waiting. Meanwhile, the notice had stopped everything until I answered. I couldn't imagine stopping every two minutes for a two gig upload of data for the backup of my folder files. ARRGH!

Here it is, three hours into the next day and I want to go to bed. I have so much to do yet. No backup of my harddrive files and no Java script that works. I simply refuse to use Firefox after years of using it because it does not run Java, nor does Chrome. I refuse to use Internet Explorer on religious grounds. Simply too much swearing and frustration.

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Today was busy enough to make up for what wasn't done yesterday. A trip across the bottom of Ottawa from the gas station to the Giant Tiger and then on to the pharmacy. It was cloudy and a few drops of rain fell. Perhaps it was a result of me sleeping in the tub for two hours this morning. My hollering and banging away with my ashtray finally roused Peter enough to pull me out of the tub. Today did start off slowly and not without incident.

It is another day for the Weight Loss Clinic for Peter. He has to go for a two or three hour session. It is a mandatory aspect of the program that Peter has missed only a few times this summer. Still, he is a member of the program in good standing. And, he is proof that the program is effective in that he went from 220 lbs down to 172 lbs. All of that weight loss has made a big difference for Peter.

I have spent a few more hours working on the Focke Wulf FW-190 including researching online for pictures and details about the construction and history. It is all time well spent as I am learning about the history of aircraft. Check out the evolution of the Pak Fa T-50 soviet fighter! Amazing what people can do if they set their minds to it.

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Yesterday was a dismal start with overcast and rain that ended by noon. The sun came out and stayed bright into the evening. The afternoon was a perfect weather time that was spent sound asleep in recovery rest. I woke up three times to visit the powder room and catch up on the most important news of the day. Late night hours gave me the chance to visit Facebook and lose all of my system audio. I spent hours redoing my theme and Internet settings before I chanced to get my audio working again.

I can click away and discover unbelievable things, but I also have the ability to screw up things royally. My habit to backup everything has saved me on numerous occasions by my wild keystrokes. I do hit more than one key at a time without realizing it so the bad result is a toss up as to which key will actually activate. My backspace key needs to be at least twice as large, as do the more often used keys.

I think I am still learning the QUEwRTY keyboard. I can't touch type without looking at my hand positions. I hit the keys far too hard and it wears off the letters so I don't know where the actual keys are. My dyslexia shows often enough that I do twice as much typing as I need to do. And, my English is something I am still trying to teach to StupidTwo. There are times when my thoughts are too interrupted for me to concentrate enough to get serious work done.

Here it is at the beginning of another day and I am still waiting for my first coffee to brew. I have Fast and Furious 2 on my Media Player minimized, KingSoft Writer minimized, WorkFlowy minimized, Facebook logged out, and Chrome showing three windows for my amusement, background audio book of 'Berserker: Blue Death' by Fred Saberhagen, a slideshow of SciFi images, and an online game of FreeCell.

I am bored with the familiarity of things I have in front of me. Oh, and the left half of my desktop is taken up with the unfinished balsa wood, rubber band powered free flight, 1\16 scale model of a Focke-Wulf FW-190 version 4. Paints, pieces of balsa wood and assorted materials, a row of bottles and cans that front my 19 inch CRT monitor, and a number of boxes of all kinds of things. My desktop is definitely overcrowded.

If my desktop shows overcrowding, it has nothing on the overcrowding that goes on in my mind. I have a slurry of images from my past long ago, mixed images and sounds of the parade of Sunday, thoughts of my night's interrupted sleep with a mixed MMM battle on the bed, thoughts of the book I am attempting to write about my experiences when I was sixteen, and an oatmeal breakfast. My mind is a swimming pool mired half deep with the mud of my life.

Ah, my life, that of a disabled senior bent with Anklyosis Spondalitis and knees worn flat by such hard work. Wait, there's more. I have a prescription list of fifteen capsules, pills, cream and gel. It is the breakfast of champions at best without the row of oil and vitamin bottles. My moccasins cover the top of my feet, but not much left on the bottoms. My poor abused and used, infected and infested, cracked, cut, and torn leather protectors of my wobbly steps.

I could go on about a lot of things. My mind is bored and idle at the best of times. Lately there has been little to challenge me in my forte of shills, skills, and wills. Being a perfectionist isn't what I am compared to the wide range of experiences and life's challenges that I somehow survived. I didn't live a quiet life as I wanted, rather I spent a lot of time running in fear, hiding in shadows from fears that still haunt me so much that even ghosts leave me alone. It's not a joke, because reality is real, not some beliefs or psychological ploys or psychosises. As far as that goes, I am more coherent, stable, and sedated than I have a right to be. Isn't that interesting? Try typing that out on an Arabic keyboard.

The sun is bright and it is midday. I have no plans as of yet and the tour guide operator in the person of my better half is wrapped up in reading text of some sort. I should install a typing practice program to help me get through all of the things I need to record. It is a lot of stuff I think is worth preserving for posterity on the Internet although it wouldn't make one iota of difference to the timeline paradoxes that play out as life on this big old mudball. Still I make the effort to try to make a difference as I see it. Wouldn't you?

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Why is it that I can't make a habit and keep it?

I know I have done a lot of things that should have been recorded. I am getting my old personal habit of crossing my legs. It is not healthy. I am slowly going from having three milkshakes per day to actual meals and food during the day. I did so well on just three milkshakes per day that I thought theywere addictive. It may only be the intake of certain vitamins contained in the milkshakes.

Many other things are going on in our lives. We are going to be leading a parade for the Capital Pride Parade. Both of us are going to be holding big flags in one hand while steering our electric wheelchairs with the other. We wheel around making circles and playing with each other. It is as much a lot of fun for us as it is for the crowds to watch.

In other news, I am in the final stages of completion of the Focke Wulf FW-190. I had numerous troubles and especially the cockpit and canopy. The main thing is that I have made a very large fuel tank to hang under the wings. It is an impressive sight to see the details I have added. I would have included a picture, but this blog doesn't allow it. Pictures do make up a lot of data space.

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Today we expected to get sprayed for bugs and such. Instead, we were only one in the building that was completely inspected for infestations. We will have until next Tuesday to ready ourselves for the spraying. If not, we would be charged for a spraying at that and a later time should we not be ready as listed in a letter from the management. It is something that must be done, but it is doubtful that we could do it ourselves. We will see how that long list of preparations goes.

It was a cloudy sort of day that warmed up slowly. We were concerned about bugs and spraying when we decided to take the trailer hitch and sway bars down to the trailer. We took a few things with us to leave in the trailer. While at the trailer, the hitch and sway bars were properly stowed. A list of things needed to make the trailer ready for use was composed. Everything was checked before being locked up. Our stay at the trailer was brief enough and we left the trailer in a good mood. We stopped off at Walmart for shopping at about 2:00 pm. An hour later we were on our way home.

At about 5:00 pm, we decided to go for a walk to Moonie's Bay. We barely arrived at the cantina of Moonie's Bay when we saw a storm cloud off in the distance. It looked threatening enough that we decided to run for home. We stopped briefly a few times on the cycle trail. We had to go slowly because the other electric wheelchair would veer off to the left on downhills. Only on level and climbing slopes could we run at full speed.

We made it home by about 7:00 pm. The storm clouds were more than just threatening. They seemed to gain on us as the temperature dropped noticeably. It actually put a bit of concern into our thoughts as I was urged to run as fast as I could for home. I replied that if one gets wet, we both get wet. Well, neither of us got wet during the dash for home.

It was about ten minutes later that the rain began in our area. I took a few pictures of the storm from clear sky to a dark foreboding storm in a matter of decakilometers. It was an abrupt storm that started lightly with rain to wet the roads. Within ten minutes, the rain had increased to windblown sheets of rain. As far as we were concerned, it was a close call to getting excessively wet in the storm that lasted for two hours. I wouldn't have sought shelter on the way home for that length of time.

Now it is past supper and we are on our computers to do what we do. I have uploaded an album of 307 pictures about today's walk. There are some very scenic images that we captured in the brilliant sunlight. The main thing is that we enjoyed ourselves and had a great time going through nature along the cycle path. Better yet was winning the race to stay dry before the coming storm. It was very close timing on our part.

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Your creativity shines while the Aquarius Full Moon sparkles in your 5th House of Self-Expression. You could put on a brilliant performance if you don't try to control every part of the process. A smart strategy is to have a variety of projects to keep you busy while you're hoping for inspiration to strike. Be ready to ride a creative wave if it comes along, but don't be disappointed if nothing extraordinary happens today. As Tom Petty sings, "The waiting is the hardest part."

We are in the middle of a tug-of-war between our hearts and our heads as the free-spirited Aquarius Moon waxes full at 6:42 am EDT. Every Full Moon is a culmination of a monthly emotional cycle, but the soulful Moon isn't comfortable expressing herself in this brainy sign. Luckily, an intellectual spin can prevent over-personalizing a situation. However, our feelings must be acknowledged as romantic Venus retrogrades into heart-centered Leo.

Today was the day we picked up our nineteen foot travel trailer from it's overdue summer conditioning at the shop. We might have gotten away clean except for the trailer lights wouldn't work. So, two hours later, we had a new multiplex plug from the van to the trailer. Those things cost a hundred and fifty dollars plus. And, yes, there was more to the repairs than just a trailer plug. Oh well, that's the way it goes, eh?

We spent the afternoon in playing with the trailer before we got it back into storage. Off in the distance was a terrific summer storm, on it's way to cause havoc. It looked like we were going to get rained on, but we made it home before that. Funny thing about the storm was that it didn't rain on us or anywhere near us. Summer storms passed us by to the north and south, but not over us.

There were a few things we found out when we got home. We will be bug sprayed on Tuesday. So, we will have a rush to get Twister to the vet's for an overnight and for her shots. Twister won't be happy at the vet's and less so when she gets home to smell all of the bug spray from the day before. That will go over like a lead balloon. They have lead balloons, don't they?

Presently, I am working on an HO scale orange snowplow truck. It looks like a snowplow of the right size, but it is a 6 x 6 wheeled vehicle. The back two axles are single wheels like the front ones. Since we have two of them, it will look great sitting beside a little HO scale garage we have. I still have to paint a few things and add a few more things. When done, it will look a bit more realistic.

The FW-190 I have been working on is going slowly along. I have begun to tackle the complex cockpit and canopy configuration. It is a trial by error mostly. But, as it proceeds, i am slowly making way with a little bit of extra balsa wood and lots of patience. I have already scrapped the original canopy so I have to make a new one. I have a few pieces of paper cut to the size and shape of the rear half of the canopy, as if that will help at all.

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I have to apologize for my neglect of blogging.  I don't want things to go so long before I do an update.  It is important to keep abreast of the latest news.  So, besides reading my blogs, there are the stories I have to offer for your perusal.  I do hope you enjoy my writings.  Please let me know what  you think of my efforts.

My Horrorscope
You may be keeping your feelings under wraps today. Subtlety is more your style while your key 
planet Venus is on a spiritualretreat in your 12th House of Mystery. It might seem as if 
everything is moving in slow motion when it comes to interactions with others, especially since 
you're operating in a dream state now. Nevertheless, your desire to establish meaningful 
connectionsinspires you to push through the fog. Ultimately, determination is your ally as you seek
ways to deepen your relationships. An optimistic attitude early in the day fills our hearts with pleasing possibilities. The 
positive potential generated by the uplifting Sagittarius Moon is amplified by a delicious trine 
to joyful Jupiter. However, we can hit a speed bump when the Moon shifts into sobering Capricorn 
at 2:47 pm EDT. Luckily, a lunar trine to sensual Venus reminds us that slowing down can actually
improve our chances to get exactly what we wanted in the first place.

Today started off in bed and stayed in bed until supper time.  We decided to make haste to get to 
the Landsdowne Cineplex Theater for the viewing of Jurassic World.  It was a great show that had 
some beautiful scenes and scary moments.  But, it comes in a second to the original Jurassic Park. 
Oh well, a show is a show until it is redone.

Now it is a matter of catching up on all of the things I should have done instead of watching four seasons of Farscape.  I have worked on the little orange snowplow and the FW-190
balsa wood 1/16 scale model glider kit by Guillow's Mfg.  There are other projects I have been busy at such as sketching and writing, apart from Internet interests like Facebook, Workflowy, and my daily routines of pills, exercises, and relearning how to walk again.  I couldn't walk for a year because of inflammation in my knees which are worn flat against bone.  Remember the key words:  If you have a body, use it or lose it.

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Although you are eager for a play day, you're aware that the fun won't last forever. The social Aquarius Moon is hanging out in your 5th House of Fun and Games today, highlighting your need to be with your family and friends. However, you can already feel a heavier wave washing up on the shores of your life. Your chances for success are enhanced more by your attitude than anything else. The best way to prepare for the upcoming crunch is to rejuvenate your body and mind by basking in the good times while they last.

Emotional and social freedom are on many people's minds as the USA celebrates Independence Day. The globally minded Aquarius Moon encourages us to consider political issues rather than our unique individual agendas. Although the airy Aquarius Moon favors abstract concepts over mundane concerns, the security-conscious Cancer Sun continues to pull us back toward more personal issues that involve our homes, families, and closest relationships.

There are many Canadians celebrating the Fourth of July this year. We share more than we might want to admit with the Americans to the south. We might consider them as the fence to protect the northern two thirds of the continent from the Mexicans and their garbage pickers who see us as the Land of Opportunity. There are good and bad in all people and we should not discriminate against the lesser opportuned. It's much like we are not to look down on criminals in jail for their misfortunes.

My book writing is slowly moving along to chapter two. There are many adventures that also demand my time. Am I to become a driver in a float for the summer parade this year? That also needs time to rehearse and so on. I will need to wear a disguise for the occasion. Now, who would believe that? I think I should take up smoking again just to calm my nerves.



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Today was a day of rest after the parade of yesterday. It was a good parade except for the ceremonies afterwards. I didn't like the ceremonies for my own reasons, although plenty of awards and accolades were highlighted. After the parade, we went to the historic Fort Wellington.

The cost for two seniors was only about six dollars. We saw the display of a civil war gunship that had been raised from the bottom of Lake Ontario. The yacht-sized gunboat had full sized cannons and the bottom of the boat washed clean of mud resting in a preservation aquarium. We watched a fifteen minute history video of the Fort from it's first beginnings to the present. Then, we went to the real fort to look at the entire layout.

In summary of the day, I took 360 pictures while Peter only took forty pictures. So, while I had only a few pictures of the park ceremonies after the parade, I did take a lot of pictures of the historic fort. I didn't think I took that many pictures, but I also knew I had a sore finger from so much clicking of the camera. That is the way it goes, eh?

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A few days ago, I began changing the sides of the fuselage to add a rectangular exhaust port on each side of the fuselage. It began with marking out a rectangle on the lower side of the fuselage. The other side of the fuselage was similarly marked. An X-acto knife was sued to cut the rectangle out of the side of the fuselage. Then, an indented insert was carefully positioned and then glued into place. The insert was painted flat black, along with a small square beside the indented rectangle. The result was a realistic replica of an exhaust port. The other side of the fuselage was also treated the same way. Both sides of the fuselage now sported identical indented exhaust ports in keeping of what was on the FW-190.

I took a day for each exhaust port to be cut out and filled with an angled insert. The exhaust port was painted a flat black paint and the surrounding camouflage paint was repainted. I took this opportunity to change the camouflage pattern of the FW-190 to be a light green. I have yet to decide what else will be added to the camouflage scheme as there are so many options.

Meanwhile, I have also worked on the little orange snowplow. I have painted the dumpbox a silvery colour and the grill of the cab. I have yet to replace the clear windows and paint other details like the utility lights and tail lights. I have to glue the frame back onto the underside of the dumpbox and cab. I need to file the tires to make them look realistic.

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Another week begins with a rainy day that began yesterday. It has rained on and off since yesterday as the weather has cooled. Perhaps we need a few more solar flares to warm things up a bit. I want to go out into sunshine and have fun while tanning. It doesn't look like there will be much sunshine for the next little while.

This past weekend was beautiful with the ceremony of the wedding for Kim and Lynne. The wedding was a complete success in every way! Everyone in attendance was friendly and happy about the wedding. It had threatened to rain all day Saturday, but it held off. Sunday was when the rain started and it basically hasn't really stopped. I don't know why the weather has turned so miserable, but it is something we have to deal with.

Getting back home is a comforting and warm feeling of familiarity. Poor Twister spent the weekend alone at home. She was ever happy to see us walk in the door. Twister had enough food and water to last the duration of our little holiday excursion to Cornwall. I should have taken a picture or two of Twister greeting us. She came down the hall to the end of the hallway carpet runner. From there she watched us and meowed a hello of sorts. The only thing we had forgotten was to take care of the litter. It was a very skimpy amount in the litter pan. I cleaned it as soon as I was able to devote myself to the task after unpacking. We had to make two trips down to the van in the basement.

I woke up at about 5:00 am to go to the bathroom. Twister went with me so I combed her fur and fed her some treats. She was happy and purring at the attention she got. I was just as happy to give her the attention she got. I guess that is how it works, one getting from one who is giving. In return, Twister give her attention when she wants to and we love her up as much as we do. I think it is worth it.

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Another week begins with a rainy day that began yesterday. It has rained on and off since yesterday as the weather has cooled. Perhaps we need a few more solar flares to warm things up a bit. I want to go out into sunshine and have fun while tanning. It doesn't look like there will be much sunshine for the next little while.

This past weekend was beautiful with the ceremony of the wedding for Kim and Lynne. The wedding was a complete success in every way! Everyone in attendance was friendly and happy about the wedding. It had threatened to rain all day Saturday, but it held off. Sunday was when the rain started and it basically hasn't really stopped. I don't know why the weather has turned so miserable, but it is something we have to deal with.

Getting back home is a comforting and warm feeling of familiarity. Poor Twister spent the weekend alone at home. She was ever happy to see us walk in the door. Twister had enough food and water to last the duration of our little holiday excursion to Cornwall. I should have taken a picture or two of Twister greeting us. She came down the hall to the end of the hallway carpet runner. From there she watched us and meowed a hello of sorts. The only thing we had forgotten was to take care of the litter. It was a very skimpy amount in the litter pan. I cleaned it as soon as I was able to devote myself to the task after unpacking. We had to make two trips down to the van in the basement.

I woke up at about 5:00 am to go to the bathroom. Twister went with me so I combed her fur and fed her some treats. She was happy and purring at the attention she got. I was just as happy to give her the attention she got. I guess that is how it works, one getting from one who is giving. In return, Twister give her attention when she wants to and we love her up as much as we do. I think it is worth it.

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This is a test to see how this works. I do have to see where my fingers are to push the right keys. It is a soft touch and I do like that! I was told about the ?// keys. It seems that \i will take a bit of getting used to the touch, position, and \\\||||||\\\\\ Oh! That is different!

You may not appear any different from the outside today, but something significant has changed and you know it. Although you might feel weary from being bounced around by strong emotional currents, you aren't willing to just drift along with the flow. Go inward and find your center of gravity because you have the power of perseverance on your side now. Establish priorities based on your long-term goals and don't let anyone talk you out of your plans. Be like the little engine that made it up the mountain by repeating, "I think I can, I think I can."

We may pause and take a few deep breaths today to gain perspective as the recent chaos begins to fade. The Virgo Moon is powerful now while she forms a superconductive trine with potent Pluto. Thankfully, our analytical faculties enable us to see exactly what we must do in the days ahead. We still feel the restless Gemini energy, but retrograde Mercury reminds us to reconsider our options rather than impulsively dashing toward the finish line.

I am constructing a balsa wood rubber band powered glider kit by Guillow's Mfg. I began the work on the FW-190 in 20150405. I have done most of the fuselage and wings. The difficult matching of the nose to the fuselage was nothing less than creative engineering on a micro scale. I broke down and cheated by using a product called Wood Filler. It is a sort lazy man's ceramic quality clay. Whatever the product is, it does the job by drying slowly into a very hard surface that is sandable, paintable, and strengthening at the same time. The wing roots at the fuselage need all of the strength that they can get.

It is hard to believe that I have made some distinct changes to the construction of the FW-190. The original plans call for a light balsa wood frame with doped paper draped over it. I used a thin sheet of balsa wood to cover the underside of the wings. Then, I used printer paper strips to shape and cover the leading and trailing edges of the wings. I also increased the thickness of the wings by a quarter inch with a quarter inch wide layer of glued balsa wood. I found the increase of weight to be negligible with the increase of lift with a rounded leading edge.

The work on the fuselage is much more complex than the wings. I used two sheets of balsa wood to shape the stabilizers and tail rudder. Once again, weight was a concern. I even added tiny hinges to allow movement of the flaps and rudder where the wings are solid. Then, I increased more weight by adding balsa wood struts to round out the contours of the fuselage tail. The area around the shape of the cockpit was layered with balsa wood struts both to give shape and to strengthen the fuselage. The original canopy was shaped much like the canopy of the ME-109. Instead, I cut out the shape of the new canopy and lengthened it to a teardrop point. Almost half of the canopy will be formed printer paper painted the dark blue green of the fuselage upper surfaces.

The nose of the fuselage was why I bought the cheater's Wood Filler. I started off by layering four sheets of balsa wood rounded out to the shape of the nose cone. It seemed to go well enough until the actual fitting of the nose onto the fuselage. I used two sheets of balsa wood with the grain facing the same way. The result was that one sheet split off and left a very out of round shape. The Wood Filler saved the day by strengthening the balsa wood and filling in where needed.

I did have experience of working with potter's clay in high school. There wasn't much difference but it took a bit to get used to in making it lay where it was needed. The nose cone now fits far better than I had thought I could make it fit. The weight of the Wood Filler balances the weight at the tail of the fuselage and strengthens the separation of the nose cone with the front end of the fuselage. My intention is to cover the front of the fuselage with printer paper. The tail of the fuselage and the back half of the canopy will also be printer paper. Only the top of the wings and the middle of the fuselage will have thin rice paper covering the balsa wood strut frames. Ah, changed my mind.

The overall weight of the FW-190 will balance out only a marginally heavier than the original plan. I am happy to say that I will be including more details than the first version of a FW-190 that I built a decade ago. Actually, there are differences in the plans between the two FW-190 kits. I have found two ways of avoiding the use of rice paper and dope. Both dope and thinner are very high in solvent. The fumes are dizzying, obnoxious, and very volatile. It is a pleasure to build a balsa wood craft without the use of rice paper and dope. I now profess that balsa wood, printer paper, and glue are cheap, simple, repairable, and very sturdy. I am happy about my discovery that creates a very pleasing result.

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The heat is oppressive, blanketing everything in hot, sweaty, and smelly smothering. I can't bear being cold, whereas the heat is something that although is uncomfortable, it is something that I can survive. I have found that I tolerate heat far better than most people. In fact, I can bear temperatures that are known to be fatal to other people. I had presumed that my tolerance for heat was built up by the various occupations I found myself in. But, even that can't explain the tolerance for heat to the extremes that I have endured on occasion.

It's funny to think that you might encounter extreme circumstances without realizing it. Who would believe that falling asleep on a beach towel or filling a bath too hot for comfort might be fatal to anyone. The trouble is that extreme heat can be endured temporarily without fatal effects. But, the trouble with heat stroke is something that can be fatal if it isn't treated correctly.

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I sometimes wonder how it is that there flows a vast river of information through my tiny biological brain. I do know a lot about how my mind works, and more, about the processes of the universe around me. But what really defies description is how to make sense of all of the tangled strings of memories that mark actual experiences and other artifacts of my past. Really, how do I hope to make sense of what is in my mind when it is so difficult to describe in small, conventional words and terms.

There are so many forms of conceptual and idealistic translations from dataflows and memory strings into conventionally understandable modes of expression. Getting the gist isn't the only trouble with what exists within the bounds of my mind. In fact, there are so many different kinds of information flows that it takes my fully active personality awareness to range over everything in a way that makes sense of everything. I do have secrets that can only remain secrets because of the nature that the sensitive information is stored. And, I have libraries of information that it is impossible to make sense of anything unless a specific format is used as a filter to process limited bits of that information. It is much the same as reading a dictionary as compared to reading a literary work as a book of some sort.

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Today was a long day as far as accomplishments go. I did a lot of work on the wings of the Fokker DVII biwing fighter. It is beginning to look like it might be finished sometime this year. Who knows how long it will actually take me to finish the job completely. Apart from building the thing from scratch in balsa wood and other materials, I will have to add several layers of real dope to the paper coverings that will go on the whole outer surface of the plane. With all of the combined weight, I don't know how much it will eventually scale out to be with everything. Let's only hope it will still be able to fly.

The wings are a tedious job of playing with very fine balsa wood pieces that break so easily. I have several glue repairs on every piece it seems. Anyways, the glueing of the pieces into position has to include the whole piece and not the little bits that result from my finger grip. I can easily shred any bit of balsa wood between my finger tips as if it were the mere crumpling of paper. Well, in a way, it is a sort of paper with being so fragile and thin. And then, as if to make sure, the entire construction is covered by a layer of rice paper and dope to stiffen it into a more durable sort of material. It all goes back to the days of Chinese kite flying. That is something that has been around for thousands of years.

I am happy to be working away on the wings of the Fokker DVII. It is a very critical aspect of the construction process as it determines the overall flight characteristics. It might look terrific but won't get off the ground without a good swinging push with a golf club, eh? Right, I have made those things before. I can say that because I know that usually my own standards of construction are far better than what most people might be able to manage on their best days. I do admit that I am far from perfect in a lot of things and it takes me a while to get it right. At least I do keep trying until it does look reasonably good from all aspects. Most of the construction is merely by eye alignment and pressing to fit. The neat thing about balsa wood is the fact that it is so soft and easy to fit into odd shapes. Hardwoods are a far different matter.

Balsa wood is great for most of the construction of the Fokker DVII. There are several specific places where balsa wood is too soft for the strength demanded of it. That is where it is best to switch to a different material or wood such as bass wood. I do use a few other types of wood depending upon availability and special considerations. Bamboo wood is great for supple strength where bass, oak, and pine woods are easily available and much more rigid in strength. It all depends upon what the particular use is for which type of wood. It would be impracticable to make a light plane out of oak or bass wood since both are very heavy and more suited to use in display models instead of actual flying planes.

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Here I am, sitting on the bed to use the tablet while talking to Mom. I don't like using a tablet keyboard when compared to a QWERTY keyboard.

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Today is the day after I successfully completed the making of a control rod for the rudder. 0f the three control rods to be made, it is the shortest and the first after which all the rest will follow. I am pleased with the method I used to create the control rod that took a total of three days to complete. And, I had to purchase more tools and supplies to complete the job.

The first purchase I had to make was of a .040 gauge wire. Luckily for me the wire came in single three foot lengths and cost only sixty eight cents. I took the newly purchased wire home to begin work on the first control rod. The first thing I did was to file a flat spot on the graphlite rod I had measured and cut to length. Then I had a flat spot to center the drill and begin to drill the hole through the graphlite rod. A two inch piece of wire was cut and bent with the first of four bends. The wire fit neatly into the hole in the graphlite rod and the second of the four bends was made. Mousing with glue completed the affixing of the bent wire to the graphlite rod.

It was only after completing the fashioning of the control rod that I found the wire was twice the diameter of the holes available on the servo. I had to cut off the affixed wire on the graphlite rod. A bit of cleaning up was needed to prepare the graphlite rod for the second hole to be drilled for the first piece of smaller wire. The way was prepared for some shopping to be done.

The trip to the hobby store was business like and brief. I knew where the selections of supplies were and went directly to the section with wire and material supplies. I selected a piece of .020 gauge wire for sixty eight cents. A loonie produced some extra change for me to feed into my purse. My purse is usually heavy enough for me to pronounce that it carries two extra bricks instead of the regular one brick.

A second stop was made at Lee Valley. Not one but two jeweler’s vices were purchased. Now I have a total of three jeweler’s vices I had found that my hand drill did not handle the wire sizes of drills. However, the jeweler’s vice could fit the wire sized drills quite nicely. And, the jeweler’s vice was also able to handle the gauge of the graphlite rod and so give support for filing and drilling that needed to be done.

A third stop at another store was to purchase a tiny four inch desk vice that could easily clamp temporarily onto my desktop. A tiny vice would make bending of any material or just holding it into place to be worked on in a quick and easy manner. I have often thought of acquiring a desktop vice, but had put it off until now. I hate to think of my growing list of tiny tools intended just for my delightful hobby of scale modelling.

The acquisition of a desktop vice was more than I had expected. The four inch vice is actually an all-purpose piece of equipment that does clamp onto any desktop quite easily. The vice also has a small oval shaped flat surface anvil for working and finishing materials. It is a well designed and sturdy vice for most purposes I might have in mind. The desktop vice came along with the purchase of a small flat file. It was a bit of a splurge on my part, but I thought it was a good opportunity to make the best of the visit to that speciality store.

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Defending your position might be necessary this weekend, especially if you feel your emotional security is tied up with the need to protect yourself. You don't have to go too far out of your way and waste energy trying to be nice if anyone acts disrespectfully toward you. Although you may startle others if you push back to make your point, no one has the right to be overly bossy or take advantage of your good nature. Standing up for yourself will earn you new respect and appreciation from someone you admire. We're champing at the bit today, eager to start something new, as the Moon rushes into pioneering Aries at 8:31 am EST. We grow bored of the status quo and are itching to take a risk to seize the day and step into uncharted territory. However, we may miss crucial details because we assume that everything will turn out great. Taking decisive action is wise as long as we pay attention to all the facts and follow up our intentions with hard work. There are times when the snow flies and so do my thoughts. It isn't always necessary to have a mind that runs as logically as a computer. In fact, there are advantages to having a few bouts of random thoughts, if only to inspire creations that take something, anything, and turn it into a work of art. Art is a collection of beautiful and inspirational works of either words or creations. There are all kinds of ideas and works that fill in the blanks of thought. Not everyone can be inspired or pushed into whatever complexities that are the product of effort and time spent in a creative way. It is funny to think that some works of words written more than a decade or two ago can be read again to refill a mind with long ago thoughts. I have had experiences that were written out in long hand to keep those moments fresh. It doesn't always come out as fresh as I would want, but the main facts are preserved in an acceptable way. It only takes a bit of time to refresh and rewrite the stories to get the circumstances, continuity, and content fashioned. Some people can write a book in four or five days while others have to take considerably longer. Then again, there are books of short stories that eventually conspire to tell something. Only the writer can determine how and when a story is completed. On a dark and storming night, the snow fell in a blizzard of blinding swirls. A trail led through drifts of deep snow until the snow blew enough to fill in the deep trail. Rolling hills spread out in great flats irregularly crossed by ridges and rivers. .

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Sleeping all day until 4:00 in the afternoon when the anchor is weighed, the ship in the dock is resting on the bottom as the dock sinks slowly in the sunset. Yes, we know that life is an onward march regardless of the circumstances. I have worked enough to match the nose onto the fuselage of the FW-190. It hangs by a twist tie around a half dozen sheets of balsa wood that run along the southern edge of Desktop Manufacturing area. The foreward joints of the wingroots to the fuselage do not match up. It is a question of adding more Wood Filler to fill in the gaps or just paper over it to save weight. The balance of the entire construction now has a center of gravity at the back strut line on the top of the wings. I think it should be a little more ahead of it's present position. There are many things to do and not enough left n the day to do it all. We do what we do, regardless of what others might think or do. Typing with a spellchecker is such an amazing thing. It catches all of the typos even if you do have to add numerous words to the dictionary. There are several dictionaries based where ever you might be in your computer or on the Internet.. Spelling is such an important part of keeping abreast of the latest languages.

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In the Book of the Dead, the Egyptian guide to the afterlife, there was written the 42 Principles of Maat, also known as the “Negative Confessions.” The 42 Principles are: I have not committed sin. I have not committed robbery with violence. I have not stolen. I have not slain men or women. I have not stolen food. I have not swindled offerings. I have not stolen from God/Goddess. I have not told lies. I have not carried away food. I have not cursed. I have not closed my ears to truth. I have not committed adultery. I have not made anyone cry. I have not felt sorrow without reason. I have not assaulted anyone. I am not deceitful. I have not stolen anyone’s land. I have not been an eavesdropper. I have not falsely accused anyone. I have not been angry without reason. I have not seduced anyone’s wife. I have not polluted myself. I have not terrorized anyone. I have not disobeyed the Law. I have not been exclusively angry. I have not cursed God/Goddess. I have not behaved with violence. I have not caused disruption of peace. I have not acted hastily or without thought. I have not overstepped my boundaries of concern. I have not exaggerated my words when speaking. I have not worked evil. I have not used evil thoughts, words or deeds. I have not polluted the water. I have not spoken angrily or arrogantly. I have not cursed anyone in thought, word or deeds. I have not placed myself on a pedestal. I have not stolen what belongs to God/Goddess. I have not stolen from or disrespected the deceased. I have not taken food from a child. I have not acted with insolence. I have not destroyed property belonging to God/Goddess So what’s the big deal with that? Well, when looking at these with an eye towards comparative religion, it is impossible not to see the connection to Moses’ Ten Commandments. Moses was, assuming he existed, an Egyptian. He supposedly grew up believing he was not Hebrew and was taught about, and believed in, the Egyptian Gods and Goddesses. It can be concluded, then, that Moses must have known about Maat and the 42 Principles.

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I have done some work on the fuselage. Then, I saw that the canopy was of a novel type that required some minor surgery of the cockpit area. I started cutting only to get a mess. So, I went on to building the tail section in separate pieces. I used the pieces as templates to cut double layers for a solid balsa wood tail. I know you can preach about following the guide, but I want hinges that stay hinged. I am not worried about balance because there is no balance needed at the end of a piece of black thread. I know it will hang from the ceiling and that is that. So, onwards with the details such as cockpit dash and seat under a sliding canopy, eh?

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You may feel as if you've stepped into a world of paradox today. The veil between this world and others is thinner than usual, but you're also quite attached to your creature comforts while pleasure-seeking Venus opposes excessive Jupiter. Don't resist the flow of images that arise from your imagination, even if you can't understand what they mean. Thankfully, there's nothing special you have to do now, except listen closely to the messages from beyond while continuing to meet your mundane commitments. We gain traction this morning when the ambitious Capricorn Moon connects with relentless Pluto. However, it's hard to take ourselves too seriously because an over-indulgent Venus-Jupiter opposition brings optimism. Additionally, a diffusive Mars-Neptune conjunction distracts us from our responsibilities. Although we could lose ourselves in boundless fantasies, we can also use our imaginations to find creative answers to unanswered questions. There are times when rest is not an option, rather, a necessity to recover from physical exhaustion. Yes, today was another day highlighted with a session of physiotherapy concerning how to walk again. My knees are not what they should be in order for me to walk normally. There is far more wrong with me than just my knees. Right. Having a weakened immune system from a genetic disease is not a good thing. It means making the best of things while sickness doesn't make it's presence known. We all carry all kinds of cells from our surroundings, but rarely does anything seem to proliferate. We even carry cancer cells that live and die without having any effect upon the surrounding tissues. We do have amazing bodies when you think about it, what we can do and what we can survive. Sometimes we are associated with being parasites because we are so difficult to manage or eliminate. It does seem that our intelligence does make a difference in so many ways concerning our classifications.

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You know the trouble a 20 pound cat can cause. But, you just can't imagine the trouble that Twister can cause by simply walking across my keyboard. The data input was enough to cause the complete wipe of my browser information and history of urls and their passwords. Do you think I am smart enough to write everything down? NOT! I am in the terribly painful labour of typing out what I can remember, along with the inevitable attempts of possible key combinations. I have to use my left hand to stave off the dear chat from using my keyboard for more fun. oh what fun it is... The selection of options you have selected are not available Teach me to sit nude while A purr is stalking my keyboard space. I guess I had better dress up just to sit in front of my keyboard for any length of time. Speaking of dress, a dear angel of Christmas presented us with soft terry cloth bathrobes of both pink and blue! The soft fuzzy material is so nice to touch with skin of both private and public parts. It is just not enough protection of thickness enough to keep the pooints of claw paws from also touching soft skins. Oh! The Firefly spirals down to touch a soft landing with a bump on a vacant piece of flat land. A few minutes later, a search party disembarks from the steaming hot cargo bay of the Firefly to spread out from the landing zone. A steady buzz of radio communications keep everyone connected in an informing chatter. The url you have selected has lost contact with your WII wireless connection. Please check the... Drat cat! I know that there as many times when you want to scream out in the middle of a mall just because you lost your oops cool. It is as bad as walking around with your bra showing it's little strap. Do I care? Yes! And it is as bad as slipping a garter when you need to be doing something else. Else! Where did I put that... what I can't find. Oh, over there. You think that I am suffering a senior moment when there is nothing senior about it. I am a senior, after all.

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Last night featured an outing with friends. We met at the Pearl of India for the chef's special. It was a blast as far as a friendship meeting of eight goes. I am certain that everyone was pleased to meet each other and enjoy the specials served by the chef and his staff. I know we will enjoy many returns to the establishment. Today was a relative loss. We slept all day even though I had a bath at about noon. The crawling back into bed made me worry about the dampness I brought with me. My pillow took a wetting from my dripping hair that the large towel didn't get. I know I had dreams, but I forget them quite quickly. Besides, they were not the sort of imagery that I would relish remembering anyways. Meanwhile there is such a passage of time. Speaking of dreams, I scanned through a high glossy commercial railroad modeller's magazine. The wonderful collection of close up pictures added beautifully to the reviews and tips about scale model building and collecting. I have already had two sessions of reading the magazine that was bought only yesterday. It is actually a great resource of adds and links to surprising connections. I have a small collection of HO scale buildings and sheds that I have constructed and detailed over the years. It is a great pasttime if you want to detail a panorama around a HO scale train layout. So many ideas float in my imagination while I struggle to get motivated enough to do anything. The trouble with procrastination is that it really isn't a way to do anything.

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I can’t believe my desk looks like a spilled over garbage barrel. What a load of crap that I have to dig through just to find a measly little tube of glue. I hate this mess and can’t seem to do anything about it. It is like the carpets that need vacuuming and the stacks of dishes that need washing. I don’t even eat properly because of my concern about the mess I live in. I spent two hours working on two little HO scale trucks that will go into the panorama of the HO scale train set. I have quarter inch pieces of foil scattered on my desk around my keyboard. I couldn’t cut the foil properly with scissors nor Xacto knife. The failed attempts are the tiny and shiny little oblongs on my desktop. Some even made it to the carpet under me on my electric wheelchair. Ha! I have only three Stuka bombers ready to hang from the ceiling in one of the bedrooms. I don’t know which bedroom as of yet, however it will be in a formation. Stukas always flew in a formation of three or more. Never did they fly out on missions alone. There simply wasn’t enough flight maneuverability nor machine guns to protect the old fashioned single engine fighter bombers. It is the real reason I made three of the Stukas instead of just one. Right! It has been months since I last worked with paper and dope. I know it smells a lot so I will wait until I can open the door or something. It is frustrating to sit and wait in this messy dump of a desktop. So many things have been added to my list of things to do. Meanwhile, a ME 109b sits with a wing broken off by accident and my right elbow. It was just one of those days when I should have cried instead of tried.